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Come out of your houses, come out to play, search for your destiny, fill it this way. Joy for our lives, filled with our passions, educate yourself in many ways, don’t settle for small rations. Here in the mountains was a new way of life, carved from the environment, full of love and strife. Back in the day, when the nation was growing, came a homesteading family with a history, worth knowing. Migrate to the mountains, fill up this land, settle this area, prosperity is at hand. Work and strive, build your home, grow where the deer and the caribou roam. Mighty are we,we own this land, wrought from the skills and tools of our hands. Building a house and shed for our needs, makes us the Moberly’s and we are Metis.

Look at this beauty, this fabulous land, nature has given us her golden hand. Flowers and scenery, game galore, all right outside our open front door. A fabulous view, so much desired, we planned to pass this along to our descendants to admire. In the heart of Jasper, a national park, lies the trail to our cabin, in a meadow that’s marked. Come to our land, follow the trail, to a Canadian adventure in homesteading tale. Brilliant flowers now nod their heads,where a family with children once softly tread.

Ancient are we, in a land we admire, full of perils and hardship and landscape that’s dire. Mountains and crevices, rock falls and forest, fill our lives with the wild lands of birds chorus. Settle these lands, farming, hunting and fishing, trading with explores is how we make our living. Earning our right to clear the land, is how we survived and thrived with our band. A family are we, brothers and wives, making a living with strong family ties.

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The west was being opened with adventure and more as the trading posts flourished throughout our world. Settle the nation, fill your hearts, with the bountiful prosperity that trading starts. A nation rich, with people so smart, that they discovered routes to join us together, not keep us apart. From coast to coast a path was laid, and along the way, some homesteaders stayed. Explore this world, discover this land, a nation is forming with peace at hand.

Markets and trade, influence our lives, building a homestead where families can thrive. Open these routes, help find the path, the adventure is growing, it will stay and it lasts. The west is fought for, it belongs to us, brilliant and daring, the exploration is a must. Join the coasts, find a way, for this land to become a nation one day.

A place in history, is only a name, but cabins in the wilderness, is this families fame. Interesting and ancient, when all went well, meeting travelers and explorers, is the story they tell. Building connections, building ties, enter the landscape where this family once thrived.

Now a national park, intensely protected,whose worth to the world was UNESO`s projection. Visit us here in this world famous place, the mountains and wilderness of Canada`s grace.

From near and from far, you come to Canada, all of you, from wherever you are. Our light shines brightly, you can hear our name, come to Canada, be counted in it’s fame. Multicultural you, your bless us too. It’s sharing and caring and nurturing too. Welcome to Canada, we sing it’s fame. Proudly we broadcast the tune of our name.

It’s lively, it’s mighty, we soar with the best. From hillsides to mountains, we live with energy and zest. The tides of the oceans the skills of the people, we are the great nation, of unity of peoples. A daring adventure in human relations, the multicultural land of the Canadian nation. Set aside your doubts, set aside your differences, enjoy the magnificence that this land indulges in. Prosperity for all, no matter the region, we are so blessed with a different human relation. From far and wide, we sing with praise, Oh Canada the nation where all of us work and play.

With dedication and work, with pride we share, a country so fortunate, that all are welcome here. The land of the strong,the home of the brave, oh Canada, you help us , to salvage their ways. Nations in flight, all fighting their wars, from far and wide, their bring their battle scars. Over and over, they fill our rooms, with tales of sadness, loss and doom. Struggle for freedom, try as you will, in the end it’s a frantic, run for it, still. With a flag that is waving, we hear your plight, come to our country, there’s time and it’s right.

All the worlds peoples, are our national heritage, join in our celebration, of joy, for this work. A nation so strong, all nations we share, in a land of strong dreams, for a united world where we care. Care for the diversity, care for the dreams, care for all colors of peoples it seems. The world belongs here, high in the north, where the cold wind whips furiously and the snow piles on the porch. Come from the equator, from 40 degrees, you’ll freeze in the melting pot of minus celcius degrees.

Our flag is raised high, it’s joy for this nation. 150 years of unity is the celebration. Happy birthday to Canada, multicultural you, an awesome inspiration of nationalism too. It’s time for a party, it’s time to make peace, it time to end war and to declare it to cease. Join in the praises, join in the song, one day of celebration, to last the whole year long. We are a young nation, carved from the great land. A daring adventure for our forefathers back then.

Lucky are we, to be the children of great futuristic thinkers, who prepared for this nation. Mighty and free, patriotic are we. This is our county, we love it dearly.

The spring magic is bursting, it’s flames fill the air, heady with perfume, the fragrance is everywhere. Colours of rainbows, the infraction of light, darting licks of sprouting things, the springtime comes to life. Brilliance of beauty, the delight of newborn lives, nesting calls of symphony, the choir of our lives. Behold the wondrous species, they all have missions here, to fill our world with Earthly praise, to a planet we hold most dear. The budding trees are blooming now, the bees are hard at work, for pollen, nectar and honey is the plan of natures work. A stork will bring the babies, a notion so absurd, the animal chain of learning pain, brings babies from the woods. It’s nests and eggs that hatch the young, it’s thickets, where they lay. That overrated stork lost out, to the trees and forest at play.

Lovely splendor, lovely birth, the drama of the fall, has an outcome so desirable, it’s babies after all. Little adorable ones, needing so much attention. Stop! Don’t miss that chance, to capture them on camera. The wildlife are beaming, they know now what to do. Stand by the roadside in the Parks and wave at the calamity of you know who.

An adventure for this praiseworthy day, a photo or several, or two, of babies coming to join us, in this hinterland of guess who. Nature may be difficult, it’s predator and prey, but come into the world of babies, and it protection and play. Lovely little ones, so cute and soft and adored, we all become their mothers, just to nurture a world to be explored. They’re fabulous and new, they shriek at us, coo coo! We all come a running with baby food. The spring and the parenting, the planning for next year. Raise those babies wisely, they represent the herd! No dowdy ones, no unmatched socks, put on your sleek new coat. You are a representative of a genetic stock to rival any goat. Survival of the fittest is the game all parents play. When babies are born and pride is given to a new cast of characters today.

The love and devotion of springtime happiness, is turned to a summer of responsible parenting togetherness. Chattering with pride, they show off their newborn delight. Just look at little elk calf there, he’s blossoming with intellectual might.

The fish eggs are hatching, the frogs sing with all their might. A lovely day on planet Earth, fills their little lungs with a chorus of pond song, after dinner, choir serenade delight.

The sounds of the season are love and loving sounds, as the great gifted planet, spins it’s eternity of marvel all around. All creation, all for good, a special aptitude, the great gifted planet, spins it all just for you. Just for you, oh little one, just for you to share, the fabulous stretch of wisdom, greets you everywhere. This gifted, great planet, in it’s protected, universal space, is a wealth of brilliant life form abundance, for everyone, even the human race. Welcome and acceptance, treat it all with care, for this great, ingenious planet, can concoct new species, if it’s dared. The life forms are brilliant, it’s beauty and adored, the planet exudes it’s wealth of creation for all of us to explore.

Rise and shine, it’s springtime, so go out and greet the day. For all of us, are from planetary dust, just go out and play.

With thanks, we give praises to this special day. To the finest, the most wonderful, the dreamiest and the most courageous. Thanks to all of you, you special mothers. This is the day to celebrate you. Beautiful you. Oh wonderful you.

The patches on my jeans, the warm woolly sweater, the cozy knit blanket, the floral arrangement and the pie. I just love pie! Fresh berries from the garden, homemade jam and apple pie, cookies in the cookie jar, and roast beef in the oven. The smells of home and cooking, perfume is in the air. We always know where mother is, her hand is everywhere.

Shops full of shopping, restaurants galore, our home and closets, rival those, with skills we all adore. Homemade ornaments for the Christmas tree, new recipes to try. Our budget is the windfall of dollars set aside. The beauticians all know us, we frequent their abode, to cut and curl and streak our hair, for parties, gatherings and potlucks for the road. Glamour is our style, we wear the trendiest designs. Our look is always current, from our latest shopping spree. We look so bedazzling, we rival the Christmas tree.

Polished nails and body wraps, massage and yoga tights. Our bodies are our temples, fit, sleek and just right. No attitude of worry, fret or fear to linger. We always are most charming, with smiles, hugs and cheer. Be proud of us, we are mighty, the hand that rocks the cradle. Great gifts to those we love, are given, as much as we are able. To raise a child is easy, just always look your best. A child is a delight to us, from heaven, the stork, or wherever babies come from. Just make them all some pie, serve them some desert, after all, you are their mother, you always know best.

Little einstein is a wonder child, after all, he comes from you. The family fortune just increased, with achievements, success and medals. Keeping spirits up and enthusiasm high, is just another moment. Sweet encouragement spills from your lips as easy as breathing a name.

The sun will shine, the birds will sing, the day will bring you flowers, for all of us have just one thing in common, we all have come from mothers. The day grows long, the life is dear, it’s poetry in motion. To watch or mothers make our beds and tuck us under the covers. Sweet dreams of childhood, blessings dear, those days in hug wrapped comfort. To be spoiled with love and kindness, is to have a mother.

Joy is the word, on this special day. For kindness, love and giving, is the way, mothers earn a living. Blessings are the children, they are always joy and pride. A family with good intentions, will stay together and survive. A mother is a beauty, she smiles and welcomes us home. This comforting place of human space, is the nurturing place called home.

Behold, the wonders of my world! My sanctuary in space, my all inspiring earth bound place, the dwelling places of the Gods. Temples and ruins, churches and quiet places, dancing star light, and surreal sunsets, glowing orbs of flashing light, the twinkling universe and the night. The Gods reside in special places, earthbound homes and terrestrial constellations, the almighty ones of power speak to us. Wisdom and kindness, softly spoken whispers, we bend our ears to hear them, speak oh glorious ones, we listen.

From planetary messages, the mystics advise us. Daily rituals of written forecasts, advice from the heaves, beware. Live wisely, live well, eat healthy, grow strong, dance, play and pray, teach and be taught, the messages reveal the beauty of you, love one another. Of healthy lives and wholesome living the star chart is a planetary life guide. Based on your star sign, oh children of the Gods, listen to it’s wisdom.

Ancient are we, the Gods of the heavens, skilled and brave, powerful and almighty, we speak to our children with voices of clarity. The all seeing eyes of the planetary visionaries, directing and persuading, influencing our lives. Listen, they tell us special things about ourselves, love and be loved, care and be cared for, live and let live. We are all children of the mighty universe, captives held meekly in this special earth place. All of us entrusted to a God of divine inspiration, who casts it’s special spell on the person it seeks. Who are we to be? almighty Ones. They answer in their own mysterious ways.

We are the Gods of heavenly creation, mythical and mysterious, our shining lights will guide you. We are the stories of awe and inspiration, the earthly human Gods of the sky. We are the gods who roamed the earth, who flew on mythical beasts and fought with great power the evils of that day. We are the gods who shined so brightly, that the stars themselves, captured us as our spirits drifted away. Heavenly beings, residing on mountain tops, glistening in beauty, brilliance and power. We are the gods of the ancients, controlling and commanding our superiority unmatched. Our rights are infinite, our supremacy is real, still swirling in stardust, our legacy remains. Not to be forgotten, we remain in the sky, here in the brilliance of the universe, our lives live on forever.

We are the almighty ones, strong and brave, look heavenwards, oh brave hearts. Our lives are still living, we speak and you hear us, in astrological forecasting, heed us. Know who you are, your own special talents, know your fine aptitude and don’t be afraid. The Earth is still turning, the world still evolving, the great human race has a devil to chase. Heed the warnings, use your great minds, not just for yourselves, but for all of humankind. One aptitude or another, we need them all, the glorious almighty, put gifts in each one.

In an earthly body, with an earthly mind, pursue your special place here, all humankind.

In this wondrous world of the universe, I am the greatest gift. Rocks and particles, dust and gases, floating, roaming, different things. Planetary dust and star dust, I am the Creator, I make all things. Inspired by vastness, I stretch and expand. I’m getting bigger and bigger, find me if you can. Way out here in the galaxy, my mission is clear. Otherworldy delights, for me and all of you. Let there be light and a star is born, create a galaxy where other Earths will form. Plenty of time, I have nothing to do, but spend my time in eternity, creating life and brilliant worlds, for me and maybe for you.

The Earth is older, her wonders, so many. A vast and brilliant planet of creation superb. Oh happy life, to be so fortunate as to spend it’s existence on this great planet.

There are other galaxies in this great universe. The Earth is tucked over there, in a safe place, in the galactic suburbs of outer space. Fewer comets to strike it, fewer meteors to damage it, the Earth is a darling of creative delight. I made this world. It is truly divine. I made it for me and it truly shines. That rock of life, that life giving haven, that fabulous planet, great planet Earth. This is where I reside, on this great planet. Oh happy life, of creative energy, of imagination, of splendor and wealth. This is my planet, it belongs to me. This is my place, my refuge, my home. Come, look and see, the creative life that I give to you, so that you can see me.

I am here, this is my home. Come and share it with me.

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I am the God of the Heavens and the Earth. The all Creator God, who makes all things. I see you. Look at this fabulous wonder and you will see me. I touch you with winds of breath, suns of warmth and chill of frost, so that you can feel me. I touch you with plants, furry animals, rock and soil, feathers and water and all of life. I touch you constantly, you can feel me. Come and listen to my beckoning world. The marvels of the human race are created by me. I am your mind, your body, your aptitudes, your world. Who can deny that I am here. Look around yourselves, I am everywhere.

I can’t possibly abandon this wonderful place, but look to the heavens, I’m in outer space. I am the God of the truly divine, I created this world, you live in mine. The heavens and the Earth belong to me. I am the God of your destiny. All powerful, all forceful, omnipotent me, I am the One who you always see.

Come into my garden, my earthly delight. You have already found me. I am the Light.

Necessity is the mother of invention, they say, so invent away, oh brilliant ones. We need your intelligent, focused minds. The land is lush and forested, the ways of the new world are forming. Unique culture, unique people, united through a necessity to survive. The harshness is surpassed, the colony if finally a reality, a town, a community, a people of strength and character. A new world to be proud of, a new colony to call home. Safety and security, faith heals all.

This new destiny brings hope for longevity, wealth in adversity, dreams to fulfill and lives to share. More happiness, more health, more survival, more life. A community starting to thrive and a prosperity starting to emerge. Now the world changes and with new life, new skills emerge. Challenges are overcome and ideas form and are listened to. Hail, oh brave ones, enter the invention.

A small effort, to bread a horse. Commonplace and casual. No one thinks twice about it. So there’s a mare and there’s a stallion and a farmer needs a foal. But this is a different world, a world of constant work. That necessary animal needs to be changed. Tweek those muscles, change that stature, increase that stamina. We need a workhorse, an iron maiden, a horse of steel to work all day, to ride on, to show with, to jump with, to teach our children to ride on. We need a smaller horse, one that doesn’t eat too much, but well muscled for the work at hand. We need an well rounded animal, that we can use for anything. Work in the fields, pull a cart, take a day off for a ride on. Please give us such an animal. The king has sent many horses, try an experiment, fulfill our wishes, see what you can do.

And so it comes to pass. From the breading stock of the King of France, comes several different breeds to consider. Perhaps the Andalusian, maybe the Barb, an Arabian, a Norman, a Breton and a draft horse. All animals of superior breeding, all animals of quality and perfected genetics. Each of these breeds has character and worth of it’s own. Now, for the outcome that we desire, pick the perfect matches.

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From fine bloodlines and carefully selected breeding, comes the horse of their dreams. Sturdy and capable, strong and even tempered. A horse for all occasions. Breeding their own, gives them rights, superiority of aptitude, distinction of intellect. A breed made to order, an invention of necessity. A work horse, a riding horse, a unique horse. Well done, oh awesome human, to conjure up the animal of your needs. Well done, oh early homesteader, to support your survival in such a unique way. A new horse, and a beauty! Hail to you, and the Canadian.

A brave new day, a brilliant country, a national holiday, a celebration of pride, joy and togetherness. This great nation, molded and blended, nurtured and cherished. A great Canada, a fabulous notion, a clever and brilliant place. Multicultural you, with freedoms and rights. The freedom to live without violence, to live in neighbourly contact with people of different nationalities, the right to live without arms and to protect yourselves, keeping your community safe and secure..

The laws protect our culture but still frees us from oppression. No tyrants or dictators, to enslave us. The contract with the people is peace among us, no cultural quarrels or religious disputes. An age old negotiation that protected these rights, have been handed down and protected, for hundreds of years. Multicultural Canada, with its birth in French and English culture, both completely different, yet somehow it works. Hammer out the contract, write the laws, guarantee the freedom. The evolving wisdom of ages past, becomes the fulfilling society of our present. Strong and united, the worlds peoples share this land. From ancient aboriginal ways to the escaping refugee, the weave of a mosaic of multicultural heritage enhances our lives, gives us richness in people and culture and ingrains an intelligence of peace among us. United in freedom, mutual caring, the sharing of this country is our shining past, our fabulous present and our brilliant future.

We are unique in our history. A land of harsh and somewhat unconquerable climate, of difficult terrain and a short growing season. A majestic land of wild forests and tumbling rivers, of curious peoples and language barrier. Still, the nation was won through negotiation and peace, love and marriage, barter and exchange. The cultures blend, learn and accept, we are all different, we are all one. Our wise past is still our present, still our future, still our bright and shining star. That star that guides us and beckons us to follow, into your unique and inspiring country. Into your fellowship and merciful negotiation, into the nation of democratic law and democratic peace.

Hail, oh Canada, as the years roll by and the world changes, the battles die and the wars subside, into your dreams of international peace, where all peoples live under the shelter of laws of freedom. Peaceful freedom, oh multicultural you. Write your songs, sing your hearts out, brilliant praises to our national cause.

Oh glory and honour to this majestic king. We worship you, we praise you, oh blessed immortal being. Salvation and glory to this oh risen Lord. We hail thee and praise thee, with prayers and adoration, oh deity divine and humanity saved.

Blessed Lord of centuries past, generations of followers still believing, still pursuing, still curious and understanding, still searching and seeking, the devout persisting, what are these holy ways? Powers immense, of magnificent proportions, intervention and instilling the knowledge of these mysterious ways. Providence and grandeur, might and mightiness, still the stable, with the lowly, still the path of righteous living. Oh greatest of Lords, oh highest of beings, oh teacher of wisdom, we praise thee, with song, with prayer, with labour, with love, with gold, with skills and with honour. Teach us, oh wise one, teach us to be human. Oh deity of the great divine, hold us mercifully in you hands.

So duty calls you, oh awesome human, come to the colony, do your duty, come to the colony and be praised. The wondrous one, of heavens keeping, the glorious, will guide your way. Come and be magnificent, join the grandeur, mighty and noble and courageous to this day. Come and worship, come and be guided, oh you most daring, you fortunate, you awesome, you lucky ones, to be the fortitude of France and to seek your fortunes in this most auspicious place.

Lucky are we, to be the chosen ones, the one who will survive and sing glories to our King. Praises! Praises! To overcome the shadows of hardship and poverty, to overcome the cruelty of harsh judgement and misunderstanding, to overcome the elements and live once more. Hail to you, oh awesome almighty ones, to be first. First in a game of daunting obstacles, first in a challenge of courage and fortitude, first in a roll of the dice as to who will survive. Lucky you, to be the chosen ones, come to the colony, take up the dare.

A fort, a sweet road, Cap Diamond, a church, the Victorious, government dwellings, low ground and high ground, lower echelons and higher dignitaries, merchants and sailors, government and leadership, all finally together in one place, the colony of New France. Oh sweet Quebec, you finally survive, oh sweet Quebec, you finally exist. A colony, one sweet place, a colony, for France.

Over a span of several decades, the colony grew. From its roots in human sorrow, to a place of quaint ingenuity and charm. Boldly go where no one has dared to go before, oh brave colonialists of bygone era. The seat of the country lies in your hands. Negotiate and trade, bargain and develop. Oh brave new world of French imperialism, of French might and fortitude. Oh brave new world. The king of kings holds you dear and in his arms, his strength shall hold you. Oh wondrous love, to live so greatly. Power and praises to our king.

The great planet has intrigued us yet again. Fishes that look like elephants, white lions, new butterflies, imagination, creativity, brilliance. Oh to be you, great mother Earth, with all of the gifts of creation. The milleneums roll past with their constant changes, destruction and war, pestilence and strife, pollution and pesticides, garbage and waste, plunder and greed. Still the Earth rolls on,with her magnificence and power. Oh, great awesome one, with skills so immense, it’s unthinkable! Power and might, life belongs to you.

Hurling through space to seek your place in the universe. Tiny by comparison, but with a mission that must be fulfilled. Life forms on all of your surfaces. The new, the unusual, something superb. A new life, the unknown again, awakening our eyes to the new adventure. So, great human, you’ve been everywhere, done it all, there’s nothing new now. The oceans explored, space travel accomplished, the pinnacles of mountains reached. Where to now, for the mind and body of man? Where now, for the spirit to call us? All feats accomplished, all stones have been turned. All quests fulfilled. The power of the human, so mighty and intelligent. Technology, engineering, development and creativity. A unique and special mind, controlling the planet, bending and twisting, changing and developing. A constant pursuit of knowledge that intrigue and curiosity propels. What is that? How does it work? How do we make that brilliant, special interest our own creation. How to control the planet and make it’s mysteries our own.

The fabulous planet spins it’s own wonderful web of mystery and intrigue. Do we know it all? Have we found and conquered it all? Rest in peace oh great creator, you are the most blessed. Times change, the weather hurls it impact at us, driving blizzards, scorching sun. The heat is warming the surface and the snow melts from our yards. Global warming encroaches and trees start to bud. The awe of creation is still your magic. Creatures rise and creatures fall. The age of the dinosaur and the age of man. The unknown belongs to you. Where will you take us, in the magic ride? New environments? New creatures to discover? New landscapes to present themselves and to challenge our bodies and our minds. As the surface is blasted with war torn madness and the oceans fill with plastics and waste, we scramble to stop the doom of the planet. Whose doom is it anyway?

The sun rises and sets in regular motion, the moon follows it’s path across the sky, the waves pound and crash as the tides roll in and out. Regular, like clockwork the natural process continues. We take it for granted, it’s always been there. Oh, and praises, human for making a garbage can, somewhere to put the constant refuse. Garbage dumps and pile high, rotting stench, another kind of pollution. So much destruction for the great mother to bear. All of her children, her marvelous creation, secumbing to the blast of wanton wastefulness and recklessness.

So this is us, the human, so awesome and brilliant. Will you save us great planet? Or do you other designs.